Post by ♔ Liam J. Brentwood on Mar 19, 2008 23:43:46 GMT
OOC: Open to all Allied Members. Nothing major, just a bit of RP to help keep things flowing.
Suddenly, a hard spurt cracked into the heavy mild afternoon air, the thunderous hunkering crackle almost sounding like a gunshot, metal comprised with the element of trapped air; tremendously, an onslaught of laughter followed the disorientating noise, soon drawn up by the distinct humble ticketing of engine noise, that only grew all the more louder as the acceleration to what seemed to be an army jeep speeding and rearing off down the runway - closed circuit track for runners. The wheels spun wildly and the car-shassy rocked and dipped from side to side, as the fanatic driver yanked and pulled at the cumbersome steering wheel playfully.
“Give her some gas Lieutenant!” one of the men hollered out from the back of the jeep, barely clinging onto the comprised mechanism of the heavy machinegun, fixed and bolted into the steel padded flooring. Liam’s eyes daringly glanced up to the rear-view mirror, a cheeky grin smugly stamped across his face, as the commando gave a wink whilst spurting out “You Ruddy little bugger - like that wouldn’t you Flemming” the man barely grasping onto the cold steel could hardly muster a smirk, as Private Flemming gave a hesitant nod, wondering whether it was such a wise idea to provoke the Lieutenant into going any faster as it were!?
The Jeep began to roar fiercely suddenly, as the diesel engine kicked out a pummel of thick black fumes behind, Liam’s hands grasping the cold steel steering wheel tightly, drifting the jeep around the course quiet elegant and smoothly - the track didn’t seem to have any runners and more so, they had to test their new toy out! Presumably away from the Captains and Majors prowling the courtyard. “Eh, Sir, shouldn’t you slow down a bit?”[/I] Private Welton said nervously, who reluctantly sat beside the Lieutenant, his hands pushing out against the dashboard vaguely, almost like it’d stop him from flying out of the car if the worse happened… No chance…
Abruptly, the Lieutenant hit the clutch, yanked the gear-stick and pulled the steering wheel off to the side, before inevitably suppressing the breaks sharply to cause the jeep to outwardly flux into a spin - a drifting skid that screeched against the once nicely painted tarmac of the runner’s field, but the nuisance of the skid marks paid off in the Lieutenant’s eyes, as he watched Private Welton gasp and grab onto the canvas frame of the door in sheer terror, Private Flemming uneasily doing the same as best he could, balancing on the back awkwardly the whole while. As the car shook to an easy stop, Liam chuckled to himself, nudging Private Welton beside him, who breathed deeply, still clutching onto the frame of the door worriedly.
“Now, who’s up for a cuppa’ tea?” Liam said quite brisk and somewhat normally? As he yanked the mechanism on the door’s interior to swing it open, glancing towards Private Flemming who looked quite rigid and silent on the back of the jeep - the two men becoming awfully quiet, almost trying to work out what just happened? Liam was a Commando after all, the Commandos being somewhat, unpredictable at the best of times.
Suddenly, a hard spurt cracked into the heavy mild afternoon air, the thunderous hunkering crackle almost sounding like a gunshot, metal comprised with the element of trapped air; tremendously, an onslaught of laughter followed the disorientating noise, soon drawn up by the distinct humble ticketing of engine noise, that only grew all the more louder as the acceleration to what seemed to be an army jeep speeding and rearing off down the runway - closed circuit track for runners. The wheels spun wildly and the car-shassy rocked and dipped from side to side, as the fanatic driver yanked and pulled at the cumbersome steering wheel playfully.
“Give her some gas Lieutenant!” one of the men hollered out from the back of the jeep, barely clinging onto the comprised mechanism of the heavy machinegun, fixed and bolted into the steel padded flooring. Liam’s eyes daringly glanced up to the rear-view mirror, a cheeky grin smugly stamped across his face, as the commando gave a wink whilst spurting out “You Ruddy little bugger - like that wouldn’t you Flemming” the man barely grasping onto the cold steel could hardly muster a smirk, as Private Flemming gave a hesitant nod, wondering whether it was such a wise idea to provoke the Lieutenant into going any faster as it were!?
The Jeep began to roar fiercely suddenly, as the diesel engine kicked out a pummel of thick black fumes behind, Liam’s hands grasping the cold steel steering wheel tightly, drifting the jeep around the course quiet elegant and smoothly - the track didn’t seem to have any runners and more so, they had to test their new toy out! Presumably away from the Captains and Majors prowling the courtyard. “Eh, Sir, shouldn’t you slow down a bit?”[/I] Private Welton said nervously, who reluctantly sat beside the Lieutenant, his hands pushing out against the dashboard vaguely, almost like it’d stop him from flying out of the car if the worse happened… No chance…
Abruptly, the Lieutenant hit the clutch, yanked the gear-stick and pulled the steering wheel off to the side, before inevitably suppressing the breaks sharply to cause the jeep to outwardly flux into a spin - a drifting skid that screeched against the once nicely painted tarmac of the runner’s field, but the nuisance of the skid marks paid off in the Lieutenant’s eyes, as he watched Private Welton gasp and grab onto the canvas frame of the door in sheer terror, Private Flemming uneasily doing the same as best he could, balancing on the back awkwardly the whole while. As the car shook to an easy stop, Liam chuckled to himself, nudging Private Welton beside him, who breathed deeply, still clutching onto the frame of the door worriedly.
“Now, who’s up for a cuppa’ tea?” Liam said quite brisk and somewhat normally? As he yanked the mechanism on the door’s interior to swing it open, glancing towards Private Flemming who looked quite rigid and silent on the back of the jeep - the two men becoming awfully quiet, almost trying to work out what just happened? Liam was a Commando after all, the Commandos being somewhat, unpredictable at the best of times.
